This was during the time we could be part of a crowd. That was a long time ago. I knew my life was perfect. The year would be perfect.
Perfect. Perfect. Perfect.
After tonight...
Just the previous week, I had made it to my perfect job title with six figures on my part check.
I had made it.
I was that guy, tall.. ok.. 5ft 6 is tall in a lot of Asian countries.. smart.
My gold plated, 24 diamond watch that absorbed sunlight. My new red car with horse power to blow skirts off.
She was the one last important piece to my perfect life. She could manage everything. A perfect compliment and a trophy on my arms. She could write from our apartment if she still wanted to. There is no need for her to go to the shop. Very common job. Not needed once we get married.
She of course will say yes. Who could refuse me?
What a loss to all those exes who missed an opportunity in me.
Look where I am now!
The clock was ticking. Everything was perfect. I was just waiting for the fireworks at midnight. I would ask her then with this badass diamond surrounded by platinum.
The moment came. She was not standing the way I would have liked her to, but it would have to do. No time to waste or the perfect moment will pass.
The fireworks started.
I pulled her close to me and whispered in her ear - Honey! Will you marry me?
On cue! Perfect! Fireworks.. purple, pink, white, yellow and green. Shimmering in the diamond in my hand.
I was kneeling.
She would gasp and say yes!..
Any second now..
The tears didn't make sense.
She frowned. Looked right at me. Put her hand on her mouth.
Was she too surprised?!
She bent down and kissed my cheek.
"Happy new year Mark! I am.. so.. sorry.. I guess we won't be seeing each other anymore.
I want to live my own life Mark.
I hope you understand."
She walked away!
I still don't get it..
It should have been ... perfect.
